began to scrub, he jumped around in the room, with delight and cried out
again and again: "Now we are going for Father! Now we are going for
Father!" until the moment came when his mother took him by the hand and
started along.

Saturday evening had come again in the lovely month of May. Outdoors the
birds in the trees were singing merrily up to the blue sky; indoors the
mother was cleaning busily, in order to get out early into the golden
evening, and meanwhile now outside, now in the house, little Toni was
hopping around and shouting:

"Now we are going for Father!"

It was not long before the work was finished. The mother put on her shawl,
tied on her best apron and stepped out of the house.

Toni jumped for joy and ran three times around his mother, then seized her
hand and shouted once more:

"Now we are going for Father!"

Then he tripped along beside his mother in the lovely, sunny evening.
They wandered to the Wild brook, over the wooden bridge, which crosses it,
and came to the narrow foot-path, winding up through the flower-laden
meadows to the farm where the father worked.

The last rays of the setting sun fell across the meadows and the sound of
the evening bells came up from Kandergrund.

The mother stood still and folded her hands.